wanting to be fair

andromedasstars  asked:

hi your andriel 'I hate Neil Josten and his pretty face' headcanon is beautiful and pure and wholesome and has healed my soul and i was hoping you'd be open to expanding on Neil's 'revenge' calling out Andrew and being dorky in the process?

Hi! Sorry for the late reply! Thank you so much and, sure, here you go!

  • Andrew is waiting for it
  • he knows Josten’s too much of an actual child to let go of the video
    • no matter that he solved the coming-out problem
    • and made Renee and Reynolds a tonshit of money
    • fucker never knows when to back down, does he?
  • so really
  • he’s not that surprised when Nicky sends him a link to some live streaming website
  • there’s 10-reasons-to-hate-Andrew-Minyard-by-Neil-Josten in the page name so it’s not hard to guess what’s going to happen

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Jealousy At It’s Finest

Summary: Y/N could have any other guy, that lives a normal life but she still continues to leave with Dean making him question what’s so special about himself. 

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 2,004

Warnings: Insecure Dean, but everything is pretty fluffy. 

A/N: This was requested by a lovely anon, who asked for an insecure, jealous Dean. This is what I came up with, please let me know what you think of this. Thank you so much for requesting! I want to give special thanks to @jennylovelyheart for helping me out, love you! 

Feedback is welcome and is much appreciated ♡


Originally posted by zest-wincest

Dean always thought he wasn’t a jealous type. He always said that he didn’t care when others looked at his partner, it only made him feel proud that he was able to score someone who turned heads. But that changed once he started dating Y/N. Ever since then, he hated when guys stared at her like she was a piece of meat. However, he didn’t like to show his jealousy, because it wasn’t only jealousy that made him think dark thoughts. It was also his insecurities that tied into his jealousy that made him question the reason to why Y/N was still with him.

The thing is, Y/N is everyone’s dream girl. Not just with her looks but with her personality as well. She was kind, generous and humble, especially when people complimented her looks. Her cheeks would flush with redness, as she giggled at the sweet comment. Even though she looks made Y/N the most confident it also made her want to scream since most of the time people looked at her looks. They never cared about how smart she was or how she was a responsible, independent women. It annoyed her when others assumed that she didn’t eat or that she was stuck up; making them hesitate to even start a conversation with her. Which resulted in her not having a true friend nor a real boyfriend since every guy assumed she was just an easy lay. But that everything had changed ever since she met the Winchesters.

Ever since they saved her from a dragon, Y/N had been the happiest version of herself. She had a loving boyfriend, Dean, who constantly made sure to shower her with love every day. He always wanted to keep her happy because that’s what mattered the most. It wasn’t only him who brightened Y/N’s life, there was also his brother, Sam, who grew to be Y/N’s best friend and the older brother she always wanted. And then there was Cas, who managed without a fail to make Y/N smile with his innocent comments and acts. Together, they were a family. But most importantly, Dean and Y/N were each others’ best friends.

The two were two peas in a pod. They told each other everything, no matter what; even if it was the grossest thing to share. They loved going on supply runs together, as a chance to spend time with each other. Which confused Dean because he never thought he could have a real relationship with someone who wasn’t a hunter. And sometimes he hated himself for dragging Y/N into this life; a life that was on the road filled with every kind of monster. He managed to avoid listening to those dark thoughts, whenever Y/N smiled at him or held his hand. However, there were times where his mind kept on reeling on how happier Y/N would be with another guy.

But Y/N wasn’t completely blind to what was happening. She knew there was something, especially when Dean’s mood would turn sour. He would stop making random jokes or sing whatever song was playing in his mind. Often times, his knuckles would turn white from how hard he was holding the steering wheel which confirmed that there was something wrong. Yet, each time she asked, he refused to tell Y/N what was going on in his mind; fearing that she would find him childish to think that way. So, he kept his thoughts to himself until their recent hunt that made him spill all of his secrets.


It had been awhile since Y/N joined the brothers on a hunt. Since she wasn’t raised as a hunter, Dean found it safer for her to either to stay back in the bunker or back in the motel they were staying at. Y/N didn’t mind, she knew Dean just wanted the best for her and it worked out perfectly since Y/N loved doing research. Her favorite part was reading about the different creatures and monsters that existed. Most of the time, Dean would find her asleep on one of the lore books as she spent night reading. This week was Y/N needed this break with the brothers. She hated how stuffy the bunker was getting and knew she was in desperate change of scenery. And hoped for alone time with Dean which unfortunately didn’t work out since they ended up sharing a room with Sam. Despite that, Y/N still had fun with Dean; laughing with him at the programs that were playing on the old television. It was a fun, happy trip, that ended at the local bar as a celebration of the successful hunt. Y/N wore her casual outfit that consisted of her favorite pair of jeans and a flannel; which made Dean’s mind and heart race. He felt like he didn’t deserve Y/N and hoped, that tonight would end on a good note.

Dean stiffened once they entered the bar as he noticed a couple of men drawing their attention to Y/N as a whistle came from a man in the crowd. A tug on his left hand pulled him from his thoughts as Y/N and Sam found the perfect table at the far corner of the bar. The three got situated as they waited for a waiter to come there way. While Y/N and Sam were having their own conversation, Dean was in his own world as he could see a couple of men blatantly staring at Y/N as if they never saw women in their life. Y/N could see that Dean wasn’t in the same mood that he was in when they left a motel. She gave him a sweet smile but the only response she got was a half smiled, as he went back to picking at the table. She assumed he was hungry and hoped that his mood would lighten up after he ate. However, she truly hoped that he would open up to her; wanting to take away his concerns.

After the three had their food and their fair share of drinks, Sam and Dean made their way to the pool table; having a friendly competition with each other. While Y/N sat at the side, laughing at the brother’s tactics, but it wasn’t long till a waitress strolled up towards Y/N with a drink in her hand.

“Uh sorry, I didn’t order this,” Y/N smiled.

“The guy at the far end of the bar did. He told me to pass on the message that if you need some company, you’re more than welcome to sit with him,” the waitress pointed at the guy who held up his drink making both, Dean and Y/N glace up at him.

“Can you do me a favor? Can you give it back to him and tell him that I already have company?” Y/N smiled once again, as she gestured to the Winchesters.

“You came with the two of them?”

“Yes but I’m with only dating one of them.”

“Which one? The tall one or the short one?” The waitress asked and Y/N could tell she was eyeing Sam. “Cause if you’re not dating the tall one, can you do me a favor?”

Y/N chuckled, “Of course. By the way, his name is Sam. And I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thank you so much,” the waitress tanked as she abruptly hugged Y/N and made her way back to the guy while Y/N went to work her magic with Sam. It didn’t take long for her to convince him to go talk with the waitress. As for Dean, he grabbed his jacket without announcing what was going on, making Y/N wear a confused look as she followed closely behind him.

“Where are you going?”

“Back to the motel,” Dean replied making sure to give the car keys to Sam before heading towards the door; leaving Y/N clueless. She tried her best to keep up with him as he strolled down the sidewalk and once she managed to catch up, she looked up at him to see him focused on the little pebble he was kicking.

“Why did we leave?” Y/N asked but Dean only responded with a shrug. “What’s wrong with you? Did something happen?”

“No,” Dean mumbled, not paying attention to Y/N who had fallen behind.

“Wait, Dean!” She yelled as she grabbed Dean’s arm making him turn towards her. “Please tell me what’s wrong. I hate when you’re like this because I’m supposed to be the one you tell everything to. So please talk to me.”

Dean sighed, “Fine. Do you want to know what’s wrong? I hate when guys look at you like who all these assholes were staring at you.  

“This is all because you’re jealous?” Y/N scrunched her brows, she didn’t mean for it to come as a tease but she was genuinely confused on why Dean needed to be jealous.

“You see?! That’s why I didn’t want to say anything!” Dean stuffed his hands in his pockets.

“Dean, you do know there’s no reason to be jealous. You do know that I’m yours and yours only, right?”

“Yes, but Y/N, half of these guys could give you the things I can’t give you,” Dean started and when Y/N continued to look he continued. “A life that doesn’t consist of monsters, a life that isn’t on the road. A life that is normal that consists of having a family and a fricken pet. So, sue me that I hate when guys look at you but it’s because we both know you wish to have a normal life.”

Y/N continued to stand there, stunned by everything she heard. She didn’t care for a ‘normal’ life; she cared a life with Dean. “Dean, I don’t want a normal life. I don’t want the boring, everyday life that has a routine. This life with you, Sam and Cas, is different and fun and speac-.”

“But admit Y/N, it’s dangerous and annoying. Anyone would’ve accepted that drink from that guy,” Dean cut Y/N making her huff. She needed Dean to see the truth, to see what she felt.

“Who did I leave with?”

“What? What does that have to do with anything?” Dean groaned.

“Just answer the question, Dean. Who did I leave with?”

“Me.”

“Exactly. I left with you because I love you and I don’t care about other guys and what they have to offer because they can’t offer me a life with you,” Y/N’s eyes brimmed with tears. “You are my best friend, you are the only person in my life who cares so much about me and that is worth everything in the world to me. I don’t need a family because you are my family and that is enough. This life with you gave me so much, but most importantly it gave me happiness. So, no Dean not everyone would’ve accepted that guys offer. At least not me,” Y/N finished off wiping a tear that rolled down her cheek and leaned upward to place a kiss on Dean’s lips. She could feel him loosening up as they deepened the kiss and only breaking apart when a honking of a car ruined their moment. The couple let out a soft chuckle as their foreheads leaned stayed connected.

“I love you too, Y/N. Thank you, baby,” Dean sighed, thanking the stars for sending him someone like Y/N. “Now, let’s go back to the motel and take advantage of Sam not being there,” Dean smirked as he wrapped his arm around Y/N’s waist; no longer in a sour mood. As they walked back to the motel, Dean’s mind wandered into another thought. One that was brighter, one that consisted of making Y/N his forever. One that would make her his wife.


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“you can’t go in there, ben,” ned said, grabbing his brother’s arm.  “lyanna’s sick.”

“but i want to,” ben whined.  it wasn’t fair.  ned and brandon could both go in–why couldn’t he?

“we’ve already had it,” ned said.  “and you’re too young.  you don’t want to get sick, do you?”

“i want to see lya,” benjen insisted huffily.

ned ruffled his hair.  “let her be sick.  then you can see her.”

ned turned him around and gave him a pat on the back, pushing him down the hallway.  “it’s not fair,” ben muttered.

“life’s not fair, little brother,” ned said gently.  

ben went off.  he avoided the courtyard–afraid that tommard would see him and make him practice swords again.  it made his arms hurt.  lya liked practicing with him, but she said that he couldn’t tell father when they did.  lya made it more fun than tommard did.

he went into the godswood.  father said that no one could disturb them at prayer, even if it was tommard saying he needed to get stronger and bigger like brandon and ned.  no one would bother him in the godswood, and if he couldn’t play with lyanna he didn’t want to play with anyone.  

it was springtime.  lyanna loved the springtime.  she liked the flowers.  once she had made him a chain of flowers to wear around his neck.  brandon had come home to visit from the barrowlands and had nearly pissed himself laughing at the sight.  “you’ll turn him into a girl like you if you keep putting flowers on him, lyanna,” brandon had said.

“flowers don’t make a girl a girl, brandon,” lyanna had said and she’d plucked the garland off ben’s head and plopped it onto brandon’s head like a crown.  brandon had only laughed.

lyanna liked flowers.  she thought they were pretty and smelled nice, and liked weaving their stems together.  she was sick, and missing the flowers.

so ben decided he’d bring them to her.  he ran about the godswood, picking as many as he could find.  most of them were wildflowers–not the roses that grew in the glass gardens.  but he didn’t think he could cut those without someone noticing.  their stems were thick and hard to break and had thorns on them too.  he didn’t think lya would mind getting flowers that weren’t roses.

he picked, and picked, and picked, until his arms were full of flowers, then he snuck back into the castle, doing his best not to be seen.  if ned saw him, ned wouldn’t let him into her room again.  ned would probably be kind and take the flowers to her, but then she’d thank ned and not necessarily know that ben had been the one to think of it.  she’d love ned better than him, and then maybe she wouldn’t play at swords with him anymore and he’d be stuck with tommard forever

but there was no sign of ned as he snuck towards lyanna’s chamber, nor of the maester, nor father.  he pushed open the door and saw her sitting there in bed, reading.  there were big pustules all over her face and arms.

“ben! you shouldn’t be here!” she said at once.  “you haven’t had them yet.”

“i brought you flowers,” ben said.  “and i’m not afraid of some stupid sickness.  i’m not a baby anymore.”

lyanna’s face melted into a smile.  “you are so a baby,” she said.  but she held out her arms and benjen scampered across the room, clambering up onto the bed with her.  she took the flowers from him and inhaled deeply.  “they smell so lovely.  thank you benjen.”

ben beamed at her.  “what are you reading?” he asked her.

“i don’t know,” lyanna said.  “i asked ned to bring me a book.  i’m tired of needle work to pass the time.  he grabbed one from the shelf without looking, i think.  an account of the skinless war.  i think it’s about house bolton, but i haven’t got far enough yet.  can i read it to you?”

benjen didn’t much like the sound of a skinless war, but he wasn’t a baby so he nodded and snuggled down next to her.  

the following week, pustules appeared on benjen’s face and arms and legs, just as lyanna’s were starting to clear away.  but it had been worth it.

honestly, deku probably could have gotten into UA even if he didn’t get all might’s powers. like, sure, there’s no way he could have been in a class for future pro heroes, but UA offers support class & marketing too. he could have been great at marketing analyzing heroes is literally his Thing. the fact that no one in his life actually went “okay, i see you’re really interested in this, but we both know the main course isn’t the place for you, so why not do what you can in a different course” just shows how badly public school failed him

Proposal Story

You asked for it, so here’s the fully story of what led to the madness of Saturday night at RTXL.

For context, @cenizacaer and I had been planning the beauty and the beast crossover since about July time and eventually decided Yang would be the beast and Blake Belle. We were pretty hype for RTXL and doing a crossover we’d never seen done in cosplay before somehow. (Also our first date was to see Beauty and the Beast).

So cue about a month and a half before RTXL, I’ve basically got my costume together at this point other than my steampunk robo arm. I’m sitting in my flat chatting away to my sister, joking about how these outfits would be perfect for a cosplay proposal, but that it’s probably too soon for any of that. And she just flat out says “Well, why don’t you? If you’re so sure about it why care what other people might think?”

And suddenly a switch is flicked in my head. The only reason I’m delaying this is for the sake of other people’s opinions, and that’s no way to live or make decisions in my life. I’m sure of doing it now, I’m not even remotely nervous, because I know I’ve never felt more certain about a person or a choice in my life. I don’t really believe in soul mates, but how quickly I clicked with @cenizacaer and just how well we get along, it’s definitely made me reconsider that view.  

So all of a sudden I’m planning this proposal, down to the moment, exactly what I want to say. Not many people know this, but @cenizacaer‘s had a lot of people go in and out of her life without ever really committing or being steadfast when things got rough. It makes her worried that people she cares about will just leave when things get difficult. That was part of my decision, I wanted to show that I wasn’t fair weather, I was someone she could put all her faith in. 

Cue RTXL, I’ve got a ring, all of my group of friends that are with me know the plan and wait for the moment I’ve decided on Saturday night to give the signal. We’re taking these pictures beside the river after the con is over for the day, 

And by this point I’ve put the ring box in my pocket, just waiting for the right moment. 

And here I’m getting ready to, I’m waiting for @cenizacaer to stand up so I can start the whole speech, but the gurl doesn’t. She stays rooted even when I stand up and I’m like wtf is going on. All of our friends are standing watching in silence behind us. 

So Ceni straight up pulls out a ring box and I’m so confused and in disbelief. She starts with “This isn’t an engagement, it’s a promise.” Basically, she’s giving me a promise ring, and keeping one for herself, one gold, one silver. At this point my own script has gone out the window but I still go forward with my plan in a somehow smooth manner. 

I start with, “I’ve got a better question…” And yank the ring box from my pocket. Cue Ceni basically being unable to talk for the next minute (which is a very rare occurrence) 

Surprise, she said yes! Kinda, I think this kiss tells you all you need to know. One of the only actual scripted lines from my proposal I got in was “You’re the Yin to my Yang.” Followed by a wink. (Barb appreciated that the next day when we met her)

So basically my sister had been scheming for both of us the whole month before, keeping both of us in the dark to each other’s plans, until this absolutely perfect, fairy tale moment, where we both end up planning to do the thing at the exact same time. It’s honestly the most crazy thing that’s ever happened to me but I couldn’t be happier for how it happened.

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[3/8] JAPANESE GODS AND GODDESSES | AMATERASU

Amaterasu [天照], Amaterasu-ōmikami or Ōhirume-no-muchi-no-kami is a part of the Japanese myth cycle and also a major deity of the Shinto religion. She is the goddess of the sun, but also of the universe. 

In Japanese mythology, Amaterasu, the goddess of the sun, is the sister of Susanoo, the god of storms and the sea, and of Tsukuyomi, the god of the moon. It was written that Amaterasu had painted the landscape with her siblings to create ancient Japan. She became the ruler of the sun and the heavens along with her brother, Tsukuyomi, the god of the moon and ruler of the night. Originally, Amaterasu shared the sky with Tsukuyomi, her husband and brother until, out of disgust, he killed the goddess of food, Uke Mochi. This killing upset Amaterasu, causing her to label Tsukuyomi an evil god and to split away from him; separating night from day.

There is also a long-standing rivalry between Amaterasu and her other brother, Susanoo. When he was to leave Heaven by orders of Izanagi, he went to bid his sister goodbye. Amaterasu was suspicious, but when Susanoo proposed a challenge to prove his sincerity, she accepted. Each of them took an object of the other’s and from it birthed gods and goddesses. Amaterasu birthed three women from Susanoo’s sword while he birthed five men from her necklace. Claiming the gods were hers because they were born of her necklace, she decided that she had won the challenge. The two were content for a time, but her brother became restless and went on a rampage, destroying Amaterasu’s rice fields, hurling a flayed pony at her loom, and killing one of her attendants in a fit of rage. Amaterasu, who was in fury and grief, hid inside the Ama-no-Iwato (“heavenly rock cave”), thus effectively hiding the sun for a long period of time. The world, without the illumination of the sun, became dark. The gods could not lure Amaterasu out of her hiding place until the goddess of dawn, Ame-no-Uzume, was able to trick her into reappearance.

If you aren’t ready to 100% love and care for a child don’t have a child
Because no child deserves to grow up feeling like a burden
No child deserves to be made to feel worthless
No child should have to earn a parents love
No child should live in constant fear of saying the wrong thing and being punished
No child should be scared of being kicked out of the house
No child should feel like they aren’t enough to deserve love
Children don’t ask to be born
Don’t make them feel like the wish the hadn’t

アンドロメダ (Andromeda Vaporwave Remix)
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アンドロメダ (Andromeda Vaporwave Remix)

アンドロメダ (Andromeda Vaporwave Remix)

I wasn’t going to post this but fuck it, it’s the weekend (plus I have literally nothing else to post).

Here is a Vaporwave remix of Gorillaz’ Andromeda that I made.
Why Vaporwave? Because making Vaporwave is easy and it’s a good way to practice making music.
Making good Vaporwave is not so easy.
While it ain’t the best thing in the world, I’m proud of it. Considering I have no understanding of music theory in the slightest, I think it came out out alright. I might do a remaster when I get Humanz.

So yeah, give it a listen and tell me watch you think.

Also, keep a look out for my new album called “404: Album Title Not Found.”, In stores and iTunes 4/31/17.

I got a visual for this thing too for maximum AESTHETIC. Unlike my album, it’ll be released eventually.

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Louis apparently actually requested that all the actors in his video be local Doncaster children & teens. And then he also apparently had his friends in it. He is so proud of his hometown & it’s so endearing & sweet to see how much he wants to include that in his solo work. Our Donny lad returning home!